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De La Soul Eye Patch

eye patch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind wit the eye patch Everything

Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind

rose lost in my black flag Motel strange corridors With the only sensor receptacles receiving technical difficulties Mics philiac ?? No gimmicks A patch over your left eye

isn't funny, And I pay someone else to make the orchestration!) Oh, island of the soul, Valleys hushed and white with snow. Ireland's eye... You'll

car just wouldn't make it I was turning, the tires burning The ground was in my sky I was laughing the bitch was trashed And death was in my eye I had

>from the real Better get your 4 pound god Let's proceed Yo, what yo, yo Verse 1: la I run up on rap like boo smith on a hatchback Put my patch

, Carving with his life this somber song of hope: "Kill me." Sally spells success M-O-N-E-Y. If she steps on some toes, it's an eye for an eye. She's

birthday cake's external light It'll all get graphic People made of plastic Look at the shine wit my 50 watt eye But when I got the eye patch, I hit

isn't funny and I can pay someone else to make your mistakes] Oh island of the soul Valleys hushed and white with snow Ireland's eye - you linger